Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 398: A secret will never remain a secret...

"To play the final leg?" Julian probed. To some extent, he didn’t actually understand what Davis meant by final leg.

Had there been precedents?

Had there been such an occurrence in the past that he wasn’t yet aware of?

From his investigations, he had gathered only fragments...how Davis Allen’s father, Alex Allen, and his wife had both died in an accident.

But beyond that, the information in his possession amounted to nothing more than the general knowledge already known by the public about the Allen family.

Julian realized he had only traced how his sister had gotten into the family. Perhaps his groundwork hadn’t been as thorough as it should have been.

Davis gave a curt nod. "Yes." His voice was firm, deliberate, "I will take this time to finish what that person started."

"I will take this time to uncover everyone behind every single plot and scheme that has plagued the Allen family," his tone carrying the weight of resolve.

He paused, his gaze hardening. "This has gone on long enough. I have delayed it for too long. Now... I will be settling every outstanding score."

His parents’ deaths.

His own accident.

His mother-in-law’s untimely death.

And now...someone had the guts of the person to make a move on his wife.

He could not allow the perpetrators to walk the face of the earth while she lay unconscious, barely living, fighting for her life. That would be injustice...not only to her, but to himself.

Perhaps, he had been too soft, too accommodating or was he too weak, but from this moment, he had made his decision and that he will achieve.

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he studied Davis’s expression...his voice tinged with biting coldness, the clenched jaw, the hands curling tightly into fists, and there is no doubt his heart might also be burning with fury.

"Will you be needing any help?" He asked. Though he already had his own plans for the person that was bold enough to lay their filthy hands on his sister, he doesn’t mind lending an extra hand.

"It wouldn’t hurt in the least," he mused.

Davis gave it a brief thought, his eyes softened as they fell on the woman in the ICU. "Not really," he said quietly. "If there’s anything I might need, I won’t be shy to ask."

hurt, the one left lying unconscious. This was his battle to fight, his debt to collect, otherwise how could

across Davis’s face and shook his head lightly. There was no doubt...Country Y was about to experience the wrath of a man whose wife had

murmured. "I’ll be

at the tightly shut door of the ICU, fire burning

Julian’s voice halted

first. They were untimely forced into this world...and

his brow, weighing the words, then nodded. "Alright.

been standing a few feet away, exhaled with visible

tone dropped, cold and commanding, so different from the simple

nothing but vengeance, but he wasn’t about to risk or take any chances of another mishap

he can easily hold him responsible and

his side. This was supposed to be a joyous event, news worth celebrating. Yet, all he felt were conflicting emotions, heavy and grievous. His

beeping of monitors. The sound weighed ominously on Davis’s chest. The hallway was brightly lit and

the corridor, a nurse at the sanitation station stopped them. After gearing up, she gave

the frosted glass doors parted softly. The faint glow from within spilled into

Dean Mark

the thought of seeing his children, he wondered how he could face them, when he wasn’t there

Mark held the door open and

a moment, Davis froze. His breath caught in his chest, he wanted to turn around. He

filled with the rhythmic

glowing faintly under gentle lamps that mimicked

halos of light over the tiny forms inside. Sterile air carried a faint scent

hand on Davis’s shoulder, steering him toward

said quietly.

eyes locked on the twins which are impossibly small, their

tubes, and the hum of oxygen cradled them in a mechanical womb,

tall figure strangely dwarfed by the

unclenched at his sides, as if he needed something to hold onto, but the

beside him gestured

Allen. Just don’t open the incubator. They’re still very

against the clear wall of the incubator, wishing the barrier weren’t there, wishing

your mother hadn’t been in this accident," he murmured, his eyes stung, his heart broken at the

his unborn children were already suffering, tied to tubes and wires in order to

be in vain," he murmured, his voice

tiny hand flexing,